Green Monster Epic

“Sir, if there's anything else you need my help with, please don't hesitate to ask!!”

Quge has truly put his heart into this endeavor, taking on the role of a tribal leader and coming to the Hillsbrad Foothills to endure hardship.

The land beneath their feet is gradually showing signs of new life. Druids and spellcasters are constantly casting divine spells and water-based magic, giving this scorched earth, freshly burned by the fire, the possibility of regaining life.

In the distance, teams of Oakwood Encampment members are working hard, scattering various grass seeds and tree seeds, taking advantage of the moisture brought by the water-based magic to give these seeds a better chance of germinating and growing.

Quge looks at these clergy members with respect, but also has different thoughts in his heart. He's glad that he didn't accept the Alliance's suggestion to move his tribe to this land, otherwise the lives of hundreds of thousands of his people would definitely be miserable.

Even the actions of the Oakwood Encampment's clergy members are not fully understood by Quge. They are doing these things selflessly, but is there any real meaning to it? Doesn't nature have the ability to restore itself? In a few decades, wouldn't these hills return to their original state?

In Quge's long life, he has seen no shortage of forests and magical herb materials that have been ravaged and destroyed by his tribe. After letting them grow on their own for a dozen years, they have returned to their original state, and even grown better.

However, Quge never understood that the climate and vegetation changes in each piece of land are different. In some areas, after the ecology has been destructively damaged, it is really difficult to naturally restore it to its original state, just like the edge of the Tagar Desert, and places like the Hillsbrad Foothills that lack water and rainfall.

“You've worked hard too, Chieftain Quge.”

Dunn smiled slightly, responding politely.

After all, Quge's strength and status are what they are. To personally bring a large amount of supplies and accompany the Holy See's team in this desolate area is already giving the Church a lot of face. Although Quge has not fully revealed his purpose during this period of time, Dunn can clearly feel the other party's affinity for the Rangers Church, which is good news for both the Rangers Church and Dunn himself.

Before the Father of the Oak fell, the Rangers Church did not have a strong presence in the wilderness. After all, the relationship between the forest and the Ranger Guardian, Lady Mielikki, and the Father of the Oak was clear. The goddess naturally maintained the authority of Her father, and of course, the goddess's complete agreement with the Father of the Oak's philosophy was the most important reason.

Most of the time, the Rangers Church and the New Sprouts Church in the Feywild were like followers of the Oakwood Court, acting according to the Oakwood Court's orders, and rarely able to express their own attitudes and opinions.

However, with the fall of the Father of the Oak, the Oakwood Encampment urgently needed a deity to stand up and curb the decline of the camp. The goddess Mielikki took the lead and united several deities of the Oakwood Encampment.

There was no choice more suitable than Lady Mielikki. The goddess was not only the direct bloodline of the Father of the Oak, but also Her strength had increased because She had inherited part of the authority and domain left behind after the Father of the Oak's fall, and was only a little short of being promoted to a powerful deity. Then, with the strong support of Her sister, the New Sprouts Goddess, She finally stabilized the foundation established by the Father of the Oak.

Although it was inevitable that the rising Church of Nature had attracted several deity churches and poached many tribal members who were originally vassals of the Oakwood Encampment, the Rangers Church, due to its rise to the forefront, not only had greater say, but also inevitably became the target of goodwill from other tribes that still depended on the Oakwood Encampment.

“There's nothing hard about it. I just provided some supplies. It's the members of the Church who are really working hard.”

Quge was still being modest. The tribal members who came out with him this time were all carefully selected by him. He brought almost all the spellcasters that could be drawn from the tribe, which shows that he has invested a lot in this matter.

“I just hope that these guys in the tribe can learn some useful things by your side, so that they can help me manage the tribe better in the future.”

“So I have to trouble you, sir, to take care of them and give these idiots some guidance when you have the chance.”

“Hahaha, Chieftain Quge, you're joking. The warriors you brought are all pillars of strength, and they will definitely become great in the future.”

… … … …

The two praised each other, at least not letting the atmosphere become awkward. Quge was still calm. He knew very well that there were many tribes who wanted to climb up to the Rangers Church now. If he wanted to have a weighty temple priest to establish a Rangers Church branch in Nasir Fortress, he couldn't be impatient.

Just as the two were chatting enthusiastically, a wave of aura suddenly approached rapidly from the north. The two powerhouses sensed it almost at the same time and quickly turned their gazes to the north.

Whoosh!!!

Bobiel, who had been running wildly all the way, spent a day and a half to reach the Hillsbrad Foothills. He didn't have time to tidy up his dusty appearance. After seeing the figures of Quge and the Orc High Priest, he swooped down directly in front of them.

“Sir, Chieftain, greetings to you.”

Bobiel couldn't hide his fatigue, but in front of the High Priest of the Temple, the necessary etiquette was still not lost. He gently stroked his chest with his right hand and greeted them.

“May the forest care for you, child of nature.”

“Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be in town to keep watch?”

Dunn returned the greeting amicably. Quge, who was beside him, looked puzzled and a little worried, and asked.

“… …I.”

Bobiel hesitated, not knowing whether he should tell Quge the reason for his rush in front of outsiders.

Fortunately, Dunn had dealt with people too many times and clearly felt Bobiel's dilemma. He immediately said: “You guys talk, I'll go see how the progress is in the south.”

“Okay, take care, sir.”

Quge could guess that Bobiel's arrival this time must be due to an important issue, otherwise he would not have disregarded the task of monitoring and deterring Cole and rushed over to find him in person.

After Dunn's figure disappeared behind a small hill and there were no other figures around, Quge retracted his gaze and stared at Bobiel, his confidant: “What exactly happened in the tribe that made you so anxious?”

“Chieftain, Chief Arier has been captured by the Drow!!”

“What did you say? Are you kidding me??”

Quge's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, his face showing an unbelievable expression, very similar to Bobiel's expression when he heard the news.

"This was personally told to me by Chieftain Alan. It is said that Chieftain Zorf of the Urok tribe and Kozmer, formerly of the Thunder tribe, were also ambushed by the drow at the same time. The drow dispatched at least two Matrons and one Holy Maiden, totaling at least 7 Legendaries, plus a team of elite spellcasters and high-level combat professionals."

"When I came to find you, I made a special detour to visit Chieftain Zorf, but he didn't see me. However, our tribe's informant in Urok told me that someone had indeed seen Chieftain Zorf's damaged body secretly returning to his castle."

"At the same time, the defenses of the Urok tribe's city have become much stricter, and the other two powerhouses are also stationed in the city."

"..."

Bobbyr wasn't one to believe rumors. Coincidentally, the Urok tribe's territory was adjacent to his southward route, so he made a special detour of several hundred miles to Urok City to inquire about the truth of the matter.

"What else did Alan say?"

Maggot Eye's expression became solemn, and his eyes revealed a dangerous aura.

"He didn't say anything else, just told me to quickly find you and go back to discuss countermeasures."

"I think he's worried that Chieftain Arier will be bought off by the drow in order to save his life, and then the security of Nasir Fortress will be in danger."

"If Nasir Fortress, this buffer, is lost, the drow will be able to move south and approach their Green Field tribe's Namur Fortress."

"Moreover, if the Nasir Fortress pass is controlled by the drow..."

To be honest, the biggest impact of Arier's capture was on the Crow's Claw tribe, which shares a city, benefits, and territory with the Snowmi clan. It was precisely because Bobbyr understood these key points that he was so urgently seeking Maggot Eye.

"Go! Back!!!"

Maggot Eye bit down hard on his two canine teeth and immediately made a decision.

After hastily bidding farewell to High Priest Dunn and urgently instructing the gnoll commander accompanying the team, Maggot Eye took Bobbyr and flew north without the slightest hesitation.

The cold iron prison room in Coldwind Hold, specially built to house the seriously injured troll Legendary, was very luxurious. All kinds of extravagant and gorgeous器具摆满了宽敞 的 房间, If it weren't for the thick cold iron walls of the room, no one would think that the place where Arier now lived was a prison.

"Chieftain Arier, are you resting well??"

In fact, even without this cold iron cage, Arier, who had been injected with a poison with a strong weakening effect, would have difficulty even raising his hand to pick up the water glass beside him.

The one who walked gracefully into the room was Matron Lillian of Gangong City-State, who was voluptuous, full of amorous feelings, and whose phoenix eyes were constantly sending out electric currents. As for the other two Matrons and the Holy Maiden who had cooperated before, there was no trace of them.

"..."

Arier's eyes were dull, and he looked like he hadn't heard Lillian's question at all.

"Hehe, it seems that Chieftain Arier is very dissatisfied with our hospitality. In that case, why don't I personally take care of the chieftain today."

Lillian whispered as she gently stroked Arier's unhealed wound with her slender jade fingers. A warm current immediately permeated from the flesh that had been stroked, drifting towards Arier's lower body.

"Hmph!!"

Arier felt uneasy, widened his eyes, turned his head, and stared fiercely at the black beauty in front of him, who was dressed revealingly.

"We are all people of status, Lillian. You don't need to do these things in front of me. Everyone knows each other!!"

"I just saw that Chieftain Arier was in a bad mood and wanted to find some fun for you! Alas, you really don't appreciate it!!"

Lillian's eyes were mournful and pitiful.

"Lillian, you slut, you actually cheated on us behind our backs!!"

Finally, someone came to Arier's rescue. As the sound of a murmuring stream fell, the sound of messy footsteps came to the iron gate of the cage, and several familiar figures emerged from behind the door.

"Chieftain Arier, long time no see!!"

The voice of one of the figures was full of magnetism. The moment he spoke, Arier's pupils shrank involuntarily, as if he had seen a strange scene. Obviously, he was very shocked.

"High Priest Philemon, you... why are you here??"

Philemon, the Northern High Priest of the Church of Nature, a half-elf powerhouse who had dealt with Arier countless times, actually appeared in the territory of the drow, his old enemy, which really surprised Arier. However, after only a brief moment of surprise, he stared at the half-elf's handsome and mature face with resentment, obviously thinking that he had figured out the reason why the other party was here.

"Why can't I be here? Or rather, Chieftain Arier, you should be glad that I happened to be a guest at Coldwind Hold this time, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to save your life."

Philemon was wearing a khaki-colored priest's robe, ignoring Arier's malicious gaze. A ball of green light slowly rose in his hand, and he began to heal Arier in front of several drow.

"...What exactly do you want to do?"

Feeling the power of natural magic slowly and firmly nourishing the injured organs and muscles in his body, and his decaying body gradually regaining vitality and vitality, Arier calmed down and, with a blank face, faced the drow and the half-elf Philemon.

"I'm just here to resolve the hatred between you."

"Chieftain Arier, for my sake, why don't we be friends again from today onwards."

Philemon looked at Arier sincerely with a harmless expression and said his intention.

"That's right, Chieftain Arier, everyone will be a part of the Northern Territory in the future, and it's time to put aside the previous unpleasantness. Look, your tribe is doing very well in Nasir Fortress now. The migration back then doesn't seem like a bad thing now, does it?"

Dark Holy Maiden Ashlee faced Arier with a serious expression and earnestly tried to persuade him.

"Hmph, if you want me to let go of the hatred, there's no problem. As long as you return the territory you occupied from my clan to me, everything will be easy to talk about."

Arier would naturally not be easily fooled. Even though he was still a prisoner of the other party, he did not show any signs of weakness.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that our Chieftain Arier is still not clear about his current situation!!"

Deborah's eyes flashed with a fleeting cold light. If Lillian hadn't stopped her at the time, she would have twisted off the head of this ugly troll long ago. Why would she have let him live until now?

"Matron Deborah, please be patient and let me have a good chat with him."

Philemon interjected in time and calmly persuaded her. His opportune arrival this time could be considered lucky, and he could take this opportunity to achieve some results and restore his image after his unfavorable handling of the many events that had occurred in the Northern Territory.